Organic Machine - 2 Skinnee J's

We've got mounds of sounds so buy them by the pounds or ounces 
Countless are the pistons in this underweight V-8 
With a force like a tornado we go
We're greater than the sum of our parts, 
It starts 
We arise from the peat moss 
The inconceivable rapper brings the Special to the metal 
And the artist, formerly known as Curious 
Gave birth to J Guevara, the weird scientist 
Dig the recital, it had to be that our anatomy was vital
The skinnee apparatus brings the ivy to the lattice
And the bigguns are enraptured by the people with the conch 
The melodic symbiotic like the Geefel to the Gonk

Animal or mineral or something in between The organic machine 

Hold up, let me just make this comment 
We be universal like Haley's Comet 
From our birth in the cradle of the earth 
Where we spread civilization cross the nation bringing life to the dead 
Through poetry from zero gravity to subterranean
The rhyme in my mind to the brain in your cranium 
This one's for my people's who come straight from the womb 
With a box full of rocks and a bag full of boom 
Stumpy, J Guevara, Mel and Special J 
Spice, Andy Action, Eddie Eyeball, A-Mays

We've got vines of rhymes, we got roots of beats 
We got kegs of pegs over magma heat 
We've got engineers and their instruments 
Blessed with supernatural intelligence 
We've got hammers, spanners, springs and coils 
Through 'em all into a pot and bring it up to a boil 
So come down Skinnee crew 
Time to get the job done 
We don't need a holy grail, cause we've already got one